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Blows up
this is just a thought before i depart the floor,
this isn't art no more,
that's back in department four,
this is obsession type,
yakking off just for spite,
turning my left to right,
till nothings left to write,
and i get a chance to bite,
some lemon dipped in sprite,
maybe ill take the time,
left over to smash my mind,
with hammers wrapped in lime,
trying to detach my spine,
send it to that odder space,
where the clouds shine their rays
but its never outta place,
cause the sun pours rain
on its droughted days,
where you can't go yourselves
but you can follow me,
to where the hills are so deep
that they could swallow three,
city blocks and some potted meat,
where the diamonds and jewels are cheap,
but if you want to buy an apple
they're a thousand each,
and i can show you where,
you'll see millions of people
and they'll know your there,
and afterwards
i'll take you out to where they grow the air,
and introduce you to the people that sew the trees, into the ground where they stand
cause we all know they'll leave,
alone and die without noone to feed,
them and it's so sad to see,
so to keep them here
its like were doing a good deed,
but lets go see the grandest canyons
that reach past the stars,
where the fish swim the clouds
where the blackness starts,
and it causes such a ruckuss
that the cats'll bark,
the crowd will start to cheer,
and all the other creatures that were far come near, come pet the three eyed toad,
and fight the five toed steer,
and see the moon face monkey
with his face on his rear,
but be sure that you tread with no fear,
and you show no alarm,
just remember your with me
and we'll show you no harm,
times running out now,
hurry up and come on,
be brave when you see it,
and remember stay calm,
here we are now
we reached it,
the bomb you'll help me disarm.
this isn't art no more,
that's back in department four,
this is obsession type,
yakking off just for spite,
turning my left to right,
till nothings left to write,
and i get a chance to bite,
some lemon dipped in sprite,
maybe ill take the time,
left over to smash my mind,
with hammers wrapped in lime,
trying to detach my spine,
send it to that odder space,
where the clouds shine their rays
but its never outta place,
cause the sun pours rain
on its droughted days,
where you can't go yourselves
but you can follow me,
to where the hills are so deep
that they could swallow three,
city blocks and some potted meat,
where the diamonds and jewels are cheap,
but if you want to buy an apple
they're a thousand each,
and i can show you where,
you'll see millions of people
and they'll know your there,
and afterwards
i'll take you out to where they grow the air,
and introduce you to the people that sew the trees, into the ground where they stand
cause we all know they'll leave,
alone and die without noone to feed,
them and it's so sad to see,
so to keep them here
its like were doing a good deed,
but lets go see the grandest canyons
that reach past the stars,
where the fish swim the clouds
where the blackness starts,
and it causes such a ruckuss
that the cats'll bark,
the crowd will start to cheer,
and all the other creatures that were far come near, come pet the three eyed toad,
and fight the five toed steer,
and see the moon face monkey
with his face on his rear,
but be sure that you tread with no fear,
and you show no alarm,
just remember your with me
and we'll show you no harm,
times running out now,
hurry up and come on,
be brave when you see it,
and remember stay calm,
here we are now
we reached it,
the bomb you'll help me disarm.
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